The officers were originally silent and indifferent, but when they heard the words of His Majesty the Emperor, they seemed to be hit by an electric current. With a bang, they all stood up, gave a military salute in an incomparable manner, and shouted loudly, "Long live Your Majesty!"
The voice reverberated in the empty command room, and it never dissipated for a long time. The officers who were about to go insane, tortured by years of arduous war and homesickness, even if they were not really excited, were still flushed in front of their colleagues, as if If you don't do this, you can't show your fanatical loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor. It's a pity that a famous officer couldn't suppress his cough.
"Norman, rest when you are sick. Naturally, ground-based troops will do those things. It's really not good. Those poor warships in space can also chase after them."
After the officers sat down, the old general looked at the coughing officer gently and said, but Yu Guangli noticed that the subordinate officers returned to their previous numb expressions.
Those federal soldiers in the south dream of rebuilding the brilliance of the charter in the northern hemisphere every day, deploying satellites and electronic monitoring equipment regardless of cost, while the imperial expeditionary force in the northern hemisphere is fighting every day. , will stage such a play of air guns playing air balloons.
The old general does not blame the numbness of his subordinate officers. No matter who they are, they have stayed in such a planet far away from home for so many years, and they are fighting a war that is not tragic but extremely lingering every day. in a tired mood.
"I'm fine." The officer named Norman had the most common surname in the Empire. He coughed twice, walked up to the old general and said, "General, today's forest cleaning progress is too slow, Do you want to send a spare mecha battalion?"
In order to prevent the brilliance of the Federal Charter from reconstructing, in addition to the aircraft and satellites in space, the Imperial Expeditionary Force is even more troublesome. Find and destroy these nasty little things, but there are so many of them that it takes three mech formations every day to clear them out.
"Let's figure it out. If you don't clean up, you can't sleep peacefully." The old general smiled gently.
The computer system in the command room suddenly made a beep, and an officer walked over quickly and submitted an enemy situation report. According to electronic monitoring, eleven minutes ago, a light warship, escorted by a federal fleet, landed on the ground. Zeqiu Airport in the Southern Hemisphere.
The old general put on his severely worn-out presbyopic glasses, read it carefully for a while, then shook his head and said with a smile: "Guess who is the big man in the Federation in this battleship?"
"I can't guess, but it shouldn't be their reinforcements." The Norman officer shook his head.
"You should read more about the Federal News, although their language is indeed a bit difficult to learn." The old general said with a smile: "It should be their national girl who came here today. I didn't expect that the venue of the concert was actually here with us. ."
The old general said: "This is not important, but there has been a lot of movement in the south recently. It should be an increase in troops."
A hint of vigilance flashed in the light blue eyes of the Norman officer, and asked, "What should we do?"
The old general smiled and said, "We do nothing."
This ring defense base is the largest military base of the Imperial Expeditionary Force on Planet 5460, and the headquarters of the Maple Forest Wing is located here. The wing in the imperial military system has five brigades under its jurisdiction, and its military strength is basically equivalent to that of a federal army, while special wartime equipment such as the expeditionary force has a larger number.
The old general who had just walked out of the command room and walked towards the edge of the forest accompanied by the orderly was Lieutenant General Ambri, the commander of the Imperial Expeditionary Force's Maplewood Wing.
This is the northern hemisphere of the planet, close to those glaciers that have only melted a little in three thousand years. Although the base is on the edge of the forest, it is still cold. Most of the woods are coniferous forests.
It snowed last night and it was extremely difficult to walk, but Lieutenant General Ambree refused the help of the orderly and walked with great difficulty.
This one of the most important military leaders of the Imperial Expeditionary Force is very aware that the Federation is preparing for a big move. In recent months, the frequency of warships taking off and landing at the southern federal base has been significantly higher than in previous years.
But this general, like his name, is as stable as a snow-capped mountain, and he doesn't plan to do anything. Given the current situation of the Expeditionary Force, he can't do anything. The space fleet attached to the Expeditionary Force can only be trapped in the northern sky at most. , but could not stop the enemy's reinforcements at all.
In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the federation's crystal ore resources were already scarce, the old general really couldn't imagine that under the continuous attack of the main artillery of the federation fleet, he could last a few days as a lone army.
The empire has always spared huge financial and material resources, bypassing the Wanscorpion Nebula to replenish troops and weapons to the Xilin frontline, but the old general knows that the empire's interstellar carrying capacity has already been squeezed to the extreme. The expedition that can support such a huge price, which has lagged behind the interstellar transportation of the Federation, is about to collapse.
Old General Ambree looked back at the towering glaciers and snow peaks behind the base, thoughtful.
From the first day when the Imperial Expeditionary Force occupied Planet 5460, the four commanders of the Maple Forest Wing have been digging fortifications in the glacier, seeking strategic space and living space. The old general firmly believed that in this strange and alien land Even if your troops are weak in all respects, as long as you don't make a big strategic mistake, you will be able to persevere.
The question is, how long will it last
Walking in the snow between the forests, countless officers and soldiers saluted the old general, and he returned the salute gently.
The imperial body has long hair and is naturally more resistant to cold. Their eyes are basically blue or brown, and they are brave and ruthless in battle. Therefore, in the propaganda of the Federation, the imperial people are often called beasts.
For this kind of propaganda, the old general would just laugh it off and not be angry at all. In his eyes, these children far from home are good children worthy of respect.
Walking into the snow among the coniferous forests, there was no one else except his orderly, and General Ambri's dark brown eyes showed a little homesickness. The imperial people are indeed resistant to cold, but who would like to go to the cold years of glaciers
Looking at the needles above his head and the squirrels walking through it, the old General Ambri suddenly missed the fire-like maple forest in his hometown. It has been twenty years since he left his homeland, and he spent seven years in that vast space, and then there was an endless war in a foreign land. In the process, he saw too many subordinates, colleagues and even superiors die...
It's not a good feeling to be far away from the Empire and to fight alone, especially when there is no hope in sight.
General Ambri always believed that if it wasn't for communication that could travel through the nebula, the expeditionary army could hear the majestic voice of His Majesty the Emperor from time to time. The upper and lower officers have carried out a very thorough and passionate patriotic education. I am afraid that the expedition forces in the last three galaxies have already surrendered to the Federation.
"The maple forest in my hometown doesn't know what it looks like now. The standards of the Federation and the Empire seem to be similar. The two rows of maple trees at the back of the room should have grown up."
The old general took off his gloves, patted the Fuyuki of the Federation, and thought about the red leaves in his homeland. A warm emotion appeared on the old face, but he knew in his heart that he would probably never be able to go back and see his hometown again in this lifetime. Hongye, unless that thing those idiots in the military said...is true.
"Let's go." The old general turned lonely and walked towards the base, but saw a wounded rabbit struggling next to Xuezhi, and said with a smile: "The animals of the Federation are very happy, they have been raised by them for so many years, but now they give them all We ate."
The orderly behind him couldn't help rubbing his head and laughing.
The empire has already mastered the technology of hydrogen energy extraction. If it is backed by an iceberg, and if it relies on a huge energy warehouse, the imperial fleet can put most of its carrying capacity on the supply of soldiers and materials, otherwise it will rely on the expeditionary army. Those protein meat production bases are absolutely unable to meet the needs of so many troops.
The soldiers of the Imperial Expeditionary Force are most excited about the fact that this planet is actually full of countless wild animals. Although it is impossible to use it as food rations, it is the most wonderful thing to occasionally beat teeth.
On the way back to the base, the old General Ambri encountered a team of sentries. This team of sentries, supplemented by three moon-type mechas, had just captured a federal scout in the forest.
At the moment of modern warfare, scouts are rarely used. Even if the charter network in the northern hemisphere is completely destroyed, the federal army will rarely send reconnaissance soldiers, unless it is to determine some extremely important information, the military intelligence decision-making department dare not fully believe Scouts are only at risk when monitoring equipment.
The federal scout had beautiful features and did not look very old. When he saw Ambri's uniform, he immediately knew his identity, and he said a few words in a hurry, which was actually pure imperial language.
Ambri listened quietly for a while, and then talked a few words with the officer who had finished the interrogation. He smiled and looked at the federal scout and said, "There has never been a prisoner between us. You know, we imperial people have no surplus food."
A stoic look flashed on the face of the federal scout. Qiang stood up on one leg from the ground, but before he could fully stand up, the sound of gunshots rang out, and his head was bleeding heavily as he moved forward heavily. fell into the snow.
Old General Ambree didn't see this common scene at all. He had already walked forward and asked the orderly beside him with a smile, "What should I eat at night? I think the rabbit just now is not bad."
Before entering the base, the old man's dark brown eyes flashed a hint of sternness, because he found that the Norman officer and many people in the command room had walked out of the base and seemed to be waiting for him.
"Emergency Military News." The Norman officer handed over a top-secret electronic document.
The old General Ambri glanced at him, his expression was extremely gloomy, the old fingers holding the electronic file trembled slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "When will the military have the power to dictate the specific military operations of the expeditionary force? A bunch of idiots!"
The Norman officer had long forgotten to cough at this time, and said in shock and helplessness: "This... is your Majesty's order."